Ripples Through Time

Professional Reviews

4 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS: "Rosalie Stanton is a new and promising author. If you love an angsty vampire romance where love conquers all, then this is the book for you! Ripples Through Time was an emotional rollercoaster ride of love surviving death. The writing was poetic and expressive and allowed us into both the hero and heroine’s point of view. I look forward to more work by this passionate, new author." -- Stacey, Dark Diva Reviews

4 TEACUPS: "Romeo and Juliet have nothing on Ripples Through Time's Nicholas and Raven. I really, really, really loved Ripples Through Time. I went through so many different emotions reading this story, I laughed when Raven was sassy to her guardian and when it looked like Raven's desire to stay with Nicholas forever wouldn't come true, I was anxious, hoping that their love would be enough to keep them together. Miss Stanton is a really talented author and I look forward to reading her next masterpiece." -- Ashira, Happily Ever After Reviews

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

He’d had his eyes on her all night. She knew. She felt him watching.

Club Intensity was, well, as intense as ever, but she hadn’t scoped out anything dangerous to slay. Aside from Mr. Stares-A-Lot, a few harmless demons chattered in the corner about an upcoming marriage, and the only slightly frightening demon in the joint had passed out at the bar. Raven knew she shouldn’t be here. Dexter would kill her if he found out, especially since she’d forgotten her cell phone and hadn’t told him where she planned to go on the evening’s watch, but the streets lay dead and the club buzzed with life. Just once… just once, she wanted to look and feel and take in what everyone else experienced every day.

Just once she wanted not to be One of the Few.

Which was all fine and dandy, except a vampire had spent the night eyeballing her, and that was never a good sign. Vampires were unpredictable. Some lived by a code of protecting humans, while others loathed the human race and wanted nothing but the world to return to the way they thought things had once stood. Judging by the malice in Fangy’s eyes, he fell into the latter category. It was just as well, Raven supposed. She hadn’t had a good fight in ages.

It looked like she didn’t have to wait any longer. Blood Breath had started her way, worming a path through the club’s rowdier patrons, eyes never wavering.

Something about those eyes…

“You know what I am,” he said by means of introduction.

Raven licked her lips and nodded, trying and failing to shake off the feeling that she’d seen him before. She hadn’t. She’d certainly remember a vampire like him. Most anti-human vampires were fangs out, ask questions later. This one didn’t come bearing fangs. His short brown hair fit his face nicely, accentuating high cheekbones and those killer blue eyes which seemed to hypnotize. His well-muscled body stood clad in a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt, and though he didn’t tower over her, he did top her off by a few inches. It was… nice, in a weird way. Raven wasn’t exactly known for her height. She figured she appeared well proportioned with the hour-glass shape, and everything looked like it belonged where it belonged. She wore her chestnut hair at her shoulders and she definitely wasn’t tall, making most men feel like skyscrapers in comparison.

The vampire was different. He didn’t overwhelm her with his size. He complemented her.

A very dangerous thing for a vampire to do.

He was so…pretty.

“I know what you are,” Raven said, pressing her thighs together. All at once, she was aware of a thousand things. Her skin was hot and flushed, and strange tinglies were spreading through her veins and making her panties moisten. Lust seemed a foreign sensation, one she’d felt in spurts during her teens but she’d never been given the opportunity to explore it as it served as a danger and could cost One of the Few his or her life.

Right now, she just wanted the vampire to touch her.

Another very dangerous thing for a vampire to do.

“Then you should know my name,” he said, head dipping. His voice fanned her ear, igniting a flame she hadn’t known there was to ignite. Her nipples tightened inexplicably, and she felt damp between her legs. Hot and… wet.

Oh God, so dangerous.

He whispered his name. Nicholas.  It rolled off his lips and wrapped around her like a blanket, and the shiver she’d felt before exploded into a world of sensation.

It didn’t strike her as a remarkable name, rather it was one that she’d heard many times before. However, that did little to explain why she felt so…

Complete.

And then, like proverbial mist, he was gone. 

ADULT EXCERPT

“Are you real?” she asked him softly, her soft breaths doing things to his skin that he’d never known a breath could do. “Please tell me you’re real.”

This was something he knew. He was real. As real as anything.

He just didn’t know what sort of real she needed him to be.

And why the hell does it matter?

“I’m real,” he heard himself murmuring, his eyes falling shut as her hands took to exploring his face again. Fuck if her touch didn’t feel wonderful. “I’m real, Raven.”

“Then can we…can you just kiss me?” Her mouth brushed his. “Please? The rest—”

He smashed his lips to hers without allowing himself time to think. He didn’t want to think anymore. He just wanted to touch her. At the moment, nothing seemed more important. Her thighs parted, and he fell between them as though magnetized, the warm heat of her pussy doing more to set his skin aflame than any amount of sunlight could ever accomplish. Her taste had him thoroughly drunk. Nothing existed but her feel. The way her mouth moved against his. She held onto him as though trying to anchor herself, as though her existence in this world depended completely on how tightly he held her.

“Raven,” he moaned, sucking her tongue between his teeth. He wanted to draw her blood but didn’t dare. That would shove him across a threshold he hadn’t prepared to cross. “God…”

“Please,” she whimpered again, nipping at his lips. “Please.”

“What do you need, baby?” Nicholas heard himself asking. He lost himself farther down the rabbit hole and bugger if he cared. He released her just long enough to hike her skirt up her legs and bunch the fabric around her waist. “Need me to touch you?”

Raven sobbed and nodded hard, thrusting herself against his hand. “It’s been so long.”

“Lifetimes,” he found himself agreeing, not without a dose of irony.

“Please….”

Nicholas inhaled sharply, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth. He knew he should stop for both their sakes, but he didn’t dare. Something had a hold of her, and whatever it was, it had her believing he was someone else, someone beyond anything anyone had ever believed him to be. Not even Octavia had looked at him the way Raven looked at him now. He fell too quickly to grab hold of anything but her, and with reality blurring around him, he couldn’t bring himself to give an honest damn.

“Please!” Raven gasped again. “Nicolai, please…”

He wheedled through what felt like yards of fabric, his body rejoicing when he finally touched skin. Christ, she burned so hot, and one touch would do rot to satisfy him. He ran his fingers over the soft curls of her mound, the heady aroma of her desire tickling his tongue and making every inch of him hunger for a taste. He wanted to experience everything. He wanted to feel her wet, warm pussy clench around his cock. He wanted to tease her sweet little clit and thrust his tongue deep inside her body. He wanted her to drench him—drown him—in her ambrosia and mark him as no woman had ever bothered to mark him.

He wanted to ruin her for all men. He wanted anyone who ever looked at her to know she was claimed.

Raven jerked against him with desperation he’d never before encountered. He’d never seen a woman so starved for him, and fuck if it wasn’t brilliant. “Nicolai!” she cried. “Please! Don’t tease me!”

“I live to tease,” Nicholas replied coyly, flicking a brow.

“It’s been too long. I need you!”

“Want me inside you, sweetness?” He ran his index finger between her pussy lips, dipping as far into her sweet liquid warmth. “Fuck, but you’re wet.”

“Oh my…ohhh…”

“This for me, kitten? All this juicy—”

“Nicolai!”

He’d never heard his name screamed that way before. He’d never known how hot it could be. He’d never even considered it. A bloke could get used to this in a big way.

Nicholas grinned as his thumb slipped over her clit, the symphonic moan tearing through her lips hardening every vessel in his body with lust. He had to have her. He had to have her now…